Just a few days ago, a man was found hanging at Galster Park – a park notorious for its ghost stories and affiliations with cults and racism groups that spread the urban legend throughout the whole San Gabriel Valley.

So of course, being the curious reporter that I am, I asked my friend Tiffany if she would want to go stop by so we can take pictures.

…in hindsight, now that I’m thinking about it, I think I’d die first in a scary movie.

But carrying on, we made it to Galster Park around 9:45 p.m. and made our way up the incline where the gates laid to the right. I opened the window and snapped a few shots. You’ll see in the pictures below that the beams on the gate are bent so you can sneak in. We pulled forward into the nice neighborhood flanked with our future mansions that we’ll acquire when her pharmacy tech ventures and my journalism career take off.

…shut up.

“I know there’s another entrance here somewhere,” my friend told me. She took me to the far end of the neighborhood and we came upon another entrance to the park. Snap, snap, snap.

There was a third gate that we were searching for, but it was past the first entrance. So as we were going down the hill past the first gate, we noticed multiple bright red flashes coming from inside the gate. I thought there were cops inside and of course, I wanted to talk to them, so I told Tiff to try and pull up beside the cop cars. As we moved forward, the red lights stopped flashing and there was nothing on the other side of the gate nor on our side.

“What the fuck, Neil,” the homegirl said. “Stop tripping me out.” We were searching for the source of the light but couldn’t find it. As we proceeded down the decline, we saw a car in front of us – but it was waaaaaaaay too far from the gate for its own tail lights to be seen by us.

Anyway, we made it to the last gate and I snapped a few pictures along with some shots of a city view being watched by two people fucking in a car.

And then after that, Tiffany had to go make a “stop” somewhere because apparently, that’s what you’re supposed to do when paranormal things happen.

I was wondering if anybody who’s been to Galster Park has experienced the same thing and saw the red lights I’m talking about. They can’t be the red reflectors on the middle and the side of the gate, because they only shined that bright when I flashed it with my camera.

The main entrance to Galster Park. This was also the sight of the red flashing lights I was telling ya’ll about.

The second gate at the end of the neighborhood – way past the first gate.

A beautiful view of West Covina. 🙂 At least, I think that’s West Covina. I’m pretty sure it is though.